The s*x has been frequent and mind-blowing. Dmitry seeks me out most days of the week and, without any discussion or conversation, we tear into one another.
It has become an incredible release. Whenever we skip a day, I miss and crave it.
Still, he hasn’t opened up to me. Actually, he has barely spoken to me since the day Tati woke up. All of his time is split between dealing with his men and the Italians, and Tati’s rehabilitation, though I’ve taken on a large role in the latter aspect, as well.
For some reason, Tatiana likes my presence. She requests to see me in the evenings and wants me to read books with her. I’ve been learning more sign language so we can stop reading the same children’s nursery rhyme books over and over again, and she has been teaching me little things like the s
